Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Summer Day/Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver/from New and Selected Poems (1992)
Thanks to Kimberly Buchanan for sharing this with me...and with you.


David Stas said...

Love it

Ali G said...

Mary Oliver. P-town poet, I think(?). Pretty sure..

I forgot to watch for her last week! John Waters on a bike = WAY more recognizable.

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